No one knows where Dongji Mountain starts. Some cultivators have explored along the mountain range and found that both sides of the mountain range are covered with vast seas of clouds. Some cultivators also want to cross Dongji Mountain to see the legendary territory, but most people fail to cross Dongji Mountain, and a few have never returned after crossing it.
Dongji Mountain is a restricted area for cultivators. Even Yuanying masters have to think twice before going to Dongji Mountain. According to cultivators who have gone there and returned, the spiritual energy disappears very quickly when going up Dongji Mountain. Only masters in the out-of-body stage can withstand it. However, the current cultivation world is no longer the ancient world. There are only six cultivators who have achieved out-of-body experience in the current world. If Yan Buhui succeeds, there will only be seven cultivators who have achieved out-of-body experience.
Why don't the seven of them just stay in the cultivation world and be the big guys? Why do they have to go to Dongji Mountain to seek death?
Wen Qiong, the head of Dingkun Sect, one of the five major sects in the cultivation world, once crossed Dongji Mountain. However, after returning, he kept silent and refused to reveal a word about the scenery on the other side of Dongji Mountain. Anyway, since then, no one has dared to cross Dongji Mountain.
However, many cultivators come to Dongji Mountain for no other reason, because Dongji Mountain is tall and big, and there are many spiritual herbs on the mountain. As long as they do not exceed the mountainside, many people can find the spiritual plants they want here in exchange for the treasures they want.
When Du Heng arrived at Dongji Mountain, it was already getting dark. The daylight hours in winter were short, so Du Heng had to find a place to stay before the sun set, otherwise he would get into trouble.
If he couldn't find a suitable place to stay, it was okay. Yun Zhonghe gave him a simple cave house in the world of cultivation. It was called a cave house, but in fact, there was no cave or house, just a simple wooden house with talismans around it to make do for the night. On the nights when he couldn't find a place to stay some time ago, he relied on this wooden house to rest well.
Du Heng found a flat area between the trees. After he flattened the snow over a dozen square meters, he released the cave. The cave was contained in a piece of jade. It looked like an ornament at ordinary times, but it could save lives at critical moments.
The bamboo house cannot resist the severe cold outside, but it can block the cold wind. Du Heng built a simple stove in the bamboo house a few days ago. In the freezing cold, there was a charcoal fire in the stove. He could survive by wrapping himself in a few clothes and leaning against the stove.
Today, Du Heng came to Dongji Mountain. Maybe for a long time, he would rely on this cave to shelter from the wind and rain. When spring comes, he will find a chance to repair his little bamboo house. Du Heng, feeling relaxed, cooked a pot of chicken soup in the pot. The storage bag is a good thing. The Brahma chicken is the same when it is put in and taken out. Brahma chicken is also a good thing. It is big and meaty. It is delicious in soup or braised.
The only drawback was the lack of seasoning. If there was enough seasoning, the soup in Du Heng's pot would be even more delicious. He specially cooked a pot of spiritual rice. Today he wanted to treat himself to a good meal.
The talismans had already been placed around the house. Just as Du Heng had just served his meal and was about to eat, he heard the howling of wild animals outside. He had never heard such low howls before. Coming from all directions, it made his hair stand on end. He felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart, and he looked outside through the window of the bamboo house.
Du Heng's legs were shaking at the sight. He didn't see the whole beast, he only saw a few pairs of blood-red eyes, each of which was bigger than his bowl. He measured the size of the beast and took a deep breath. What kind of beast was this? It was taller than his bamboo house? His bamboo house was so thin, could it withstand a blow from the beast?
Du Heng quickly closed the window, he didn't dare to look. He thought his journey to the other world might end here. Du Heng looked at his stove sadly. What bad luck had he got? Every time he wanted to eat something good, strange things would come to him!
Du Heng made up his mind that he would die a full ghost even if he died! He picked up the chopsticks and prepared to eat. Just as he was about to put the meat into his mouth, a shocking roar came from outside the house. The sound was like a wild dog whose tail was stepped on, extremely shrill. His hand shook, and the meat on the chopsticks fell to the ground with a snap.
The ground of the bamboo house began to shake, and the screams around him became louder and louder. Du Heng heard a loud explosion, which shook the soup in his pot. This meal might not be edible. Du Heng felt like he was in the middle of a fight between beasts. The smell of blood had already reached his nose through the bamboo house.
Du Heng still couldn't be strong enough to finish a bowl of rice calmly. His bamboo house could be flattened by wild beasts in a minute, and he would become a pool of meat at any time. He couldn't eat anymore. He had no appetite.
Du Heng opened the window. He wanted to know what kind of beast could break into his bamboo house and kill him. It was pitch black outside the window. He could not see clearly. He could only see large streams of snowflakes flying up and splashing on the golden light of the talisman outside the bamboo house.
Only vague shadows could be seen outside the golden light. After watching for a while, Du Heng discovered that these shadows... seemed to be fleeing towards the depths of the forest?
The surroundings gradually became quiet, and the talismans in the bamboo house also stopped shining. Everything seemed to be calm. Du Heng touched his head with a confused look on his face. He had just acted like he was going to die soon, but now he acted like nothing had happened?
No, that's not right. The trees around the bamboo house fell down, as if they were pulled out of the ground. The snow-covered ground also had gullies and black soil exposed. Everything that just happened should be real!
At this time, Du Heng saw a ball of light jumping towards him not far away. The light was as big as a basin and it made a joyful chirping sound while jumping. Soon the ball of light flew in front of Du Heng. Du Heng looked closely and found that it was not a ball of light, but a furry, round and plump chicken!
The chicken was so fat that it had no neck and a big face. It didn't look like an owl. It squatted in front of Du Heng and chirped twice, then shook its wings: "Chirp~" Du Heng looked into its eyes. He had never seen such a big, round, and cute chicken. What kind of breed was it? Was it an adult?
The chicken flapped its wings again: "Chirp~" Du Heng smiled: "Where are you from?" The chicken stood up and walked into the small bamboo house in a dignified manner. Du Heng quickly followed and closed the door: "Are you coming to my house as a guest?"
This fluffy chicken squatted down beside Du Heng's stove. It shook its down and combed its feathers. Du Heng thought this guy was cute. It might have been frozen in the snow. He had never seen such a friendly chicken before.
Without thinking about what just happened outside, the chicken opened its tender yellow mouth towards Du Heng: "Chirp~~" as if begging for food. Du Heng: ...
Asking for food from a cook, this was the most courageous chicken Du Heng had ever seen. But Du Heng was in a good mood today, especially after surviving a disaster, he was quite relaxed. He pinched a rice ball and stuffed it into the chicken's mouth: "Eat it."
Du Heng held his chin up and looked at the chicken. This chicken is so cute. If it doesn't have an owner and doesn't leave tomorrow, Du Heng will decide to keep it! A rice ball is stuffed in its mouth. The chicken raises its neck and tries hard to swallow the rice ball. Its wings flap. It's so cute.
Du Heng stroked the chick's fur and said, "Eat it. There's more in the pot." The chick jumped onto the stove and stared at the pot of chicken soup: "Chirp~"
Du Heng quickly picked it up and said, "Why are you not polite at all? That's chicken soup, can you drink it? You are the same kind, and a little chicken should eat rice obediently. Stop making trouble." Not to mention, the chicken was quite heavy. Du Heng held it in his arms like holding a weight, but this chick felt so good and soft.
The chicken struggled for a few times and found that Du Heng was unmoved. It raised its head and chirped twice to please Du Heng. Du Heng put it down softly: "Whose chicken are you? Running around in the middle of the night. Come, have some more rice."
At this time, there was a rhythmic knock on the door. Du Heng's hair stood on end again: "Who... who is it?" A man's voice came from outside the door. The voice was very steady, as steady as Dongji Mountain, and it still carried a little chill: "The children at home are ignorant. Sorry to bother you, sir."
Child? Du Heng looked at the chicken eating the rice ball openly. He suddenly remembered Yun Zhonghe's words. Dongji Mountain was the territory of demon cultivators. So was this chicken a demon cultivator? It was the first time Du Heng saw a demon cultivator. It was not quite what he imagined.
Du Heng patted the chicken's head and said, "Your elders are here to see you. Please wait." Du Heng pulled the bolt and said, "Please wait a moment."
The door opened, and the wind and snow, carrying a chill, hit Du Heng in the face. Outside the door stood a tall figure facing the door, dressed in black and holding a green umbrella.
Under the umbrella stood a tall and graceful young man, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, but a cold expression, looking like a flower on a mountain top that cannot be touched. The visitor introduced himself: "My name is Xuan Yu, I am here to look for the younger generation of my family."
Du Heng greeted him hurriedly: "Please come in, come in. The youngster you are talking about is a little yellow chicken, right? He is eating rice." Du Heng looked at the man with amazement in his eyes. He had heard that male birds in nature are beautiful. Such a good-looking man must be some kind of avian demon cultivator!
It's quite touching to think about it this way...
At this time, the sound of drinking soup came from the room. Du Heng turned his head and saw the yellow chicken jumping onto the stove, sticking its butt out and drinking chicken soup in the soup pot! Xuan Yu looked uncomfortable, but Du Heng's eyes went dark. He was going to die. He had cooked chicken soup for fun today!
Isn't this just cooking their own kind in front of the birds? Du Heng thought that he might not see the sun tomorrow.
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